“Follow me, please.”
I say nothing to the rest of them as I follow the nurse down a long, sterile corridor. She stops at a door to a private room but doesn’t let me inside.
“She’s okay. A little bruised, she has a concussion and a small wound on the back of her head. It’s been glued shut, no stitches. She’ll be kept in until tomorrow because of the concussion.”
“Let me inside,” I demand, “Let me see my wife.”
Chapter Forty-seven
Fuck me, I hurt.
Everywhere.
The door to the private room they’re holding me in opens, and Malakai storms in. His neon blue eyes land on mine immediately before he crosses the space and cradles my face in his hands.
“Hi,” I croak.
His eyes jump between mine, a war within them, a battle of rage and panic.
“I’m okay.” I whisper.
“Shit, kitten,” his mouth presses on mine softly, nothing like the all-consuming kisses we’ve shared before. This is tender, as much for me as it is for him. He tells me he’s here while also reminding himself that I am okay.
My body is still shaking, fear making it impossible to fully relax. They attacked me, tried to abduct me frommy own hotel. If Malakai hadn’t found us, where would I be? What were they going to do?
“Shh,” Malakai soothes, “You’re safe.”
His forehead rests on mine and the touch of him quietens everything else. I still hurt, my head aches and my body feels as if I’ve been hit by a damn truck, but the fear eases a little.
He’s here. They didn’t win.
He saved me.
“You came for me,” I say, feeling the sting of tears.
“I will always come for you, Olivia.Always, you hear me?”
Swallowing, I gently pull back, letting out a breath as I lay back on the pillows to give my muscles a break. “Who were they?” I ask because I know he will have that information.
“I’m finding out,” He growls, hardness entering his expression. “One of them is dead.”
I widen my eyes, “What?”
“I killed him.” He says it with no shame, regret, or guilt. He says it like he had no problem doing it and would do it again easily. I shouldn’t be surprised by it, but I am.
“There were two,” I stutter.
“Yes,” He agrees, “They won’t be a problem for you again, Olivia.”
“Did you kill him too?”
“No. But I will.”
Malakai takes a seat in the chair next to the bed, and I get a proper look at him now. I don’t know how I missed the blood all over him, it’s splattered over his face, his hands are stained with it. Swallowing, I avert my eyes to the window, seeing white flakes drifting down from a pitch black sky. It’s much too peaceful when there’s so much chaos inside me.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me, Olivia,” Malakai’s words are spoken softly, a whisper, “I’d never hurt you.”
I let my eyes fall closed against the sting, “I’m not afraid of you.” I confess honestly, “I’m afraid of everything that surrounds you.”
